With a casual gesture, Frank motioned for the driver to get off.

"Can you drive it, Sir? Trucks are different from regular cars."

The old driver sounded worried. He didn't want the vehicle to support his family having problems. If the pay wasn't so big, he wouldn't have allowed someone else to drive.

"Don't worry, Sir. I can even fly a plane."

In a blink of an eye, Frank got behind the wheel. Then he easily brought the truck in. Sophia was waiting on the porch.

"Welcome, Frank Harper. ...